The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 20~ Too Far

Year 767 ([Name]= 18, Vegeta= 34)

After the Prince and his adviser took to the skies, Trunks walked over to Piccolo, who just glanced back to him. The neutral look on his face spoke it all, however the cockiness-- Vegeta was right, [Name] had ascended past the half-Saiyan Prince's level, not by a drastic amount, but enough to be obvious-- The two hoped, with that, it should be enough to smash Cell to bits and save the planet. Maybe more than just Earth--

"Are you going back with them?" Piccolo asked after a moment of silence, shifting his feet. The fact that the Prince's energy was finally far enough away gave him a feeling of ease. It felt 'safe' enough to finally speak, since the Saiyan seemed to be on his high-horse at the moment. It was likely not a smart choice to say much of anything when he's in that mood.

"I thought it would be best to put some distance in between. Let father settle in first. I know [Name] is fine with me, but father--? My..." Trunks sighed, shifting his feet and stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

"Well, of course she does, the kid practically raised you in this universe." The Namekian said nonchalantly, his eyes staring off in the direction of the two Saiyan elites. "But, I do agree with you. If Vegeta gets any more hotheaded, he's going to fry his brain." An odd huff left him, a small pout at his lips for a moment before disappearing as fast as it showed up.

As the two spoke, on the lookout, Vegeta and his adviser arrived at Capsule Corporations, stepping up to the front door. The Prince walked in like he owned the place, and his adviser merely followed afterwards. It was the Prince's idea to head straight to the lab and see Bulma, though he wanted to see her for other reasons.

"Woman! We're back." He announced as the lab door slid open for him. Baby Trunks was in his crib, sitting up with a bottle and looking towards the new noise. It seemed the woman in mention was at her computer, by the baby, working on schematics for a machine.

"Oh?" She looked up, greeted by the stoic look of the Prince and the smile of his adviser. "Welcome back, how was the year of training?" She turned in her chair, facing them now as they walked up to her.

"It was great! I can go Super Saiyan now!" [Name] cheered as she skipped up, walking right to the baby. "How are you, Prince Trunks?" She asked upon scooping the baby into her arms. The immediate baby-babble got a happy giggle from the Saiyan female.

"That is great!" Bulma hummed, giving the girl a grin, before turning to Vegeta. "The two of you played nice, yes? No one got seriously hurt?" The fact, however, that the Prince's face contorted slightly with the question made her confused, unsure. "No one got hurt, right?" She sat up in her chair more, leaning forward with the raising of her brow. She only took a quick moment to glance at the young Saiyan and the baby, both happy to see one another.

"Well, obviously." The Prince scoffed, giving a shrug of his shoulders, and turning to the side. His dark eyes focused on his adviser, watching her hold his child with the happiest smile on her face. The feeling in his gut did not help his mood. "I'm not here for pleasantries. Our year of training is done, but that does not mean we aren't continuing. Is the Gravity Chamber fixed?"

"Well, I see somebody's in a mood, I hope [Name] didn't show you up and that's what you're mad about." She teased, watching him stiffen and growl back at her. The small laugh from her lips only angered the Prince more, but she wasn't going to let his ruffled feathers bother her. "Either way, yes, the Gravity Chamber is done. I've fixed it and added some adjustments, just for you." She hummed in a jabbing manner, adding a playful wink. "Goes up to five-hundred times gravity. Just, please, don't put her through it right away."

"No promises." Vegeta grumbled, turning around and walking towards the door. "[Name]! Put the runt down, we have training. Now!" Bulma turned to see the girl pique up, turning to the Prince. She nodded, frowning and settling Trunks back in his crib before running out after the grumpy Saiyan.